Perception

I walked down the street

On the turn I found a man

With a huge bag

Wearing a soldier uniform

I asked him

Where is he going

He called me a slave

And went away

I was moaning, when

Someone called me with my name

I got scared

As his voice was insane

I found myself in rugs with the tattered clothes in my hand

As I threw them away

I found my hands blood stained

I apologized all

For an unknown mistake

They found me guilty and

Threw me out of the city for their sake

I asked myself again

How can they do so with their own soul?

And found only this answer

That, it was their perception

Which proved me wrong again.